An English holiday with car and camera . lse than its weather-wornbase remains. Then by a narrow and rutty road, high bankedon either side, we made a steep descent to CleeveMill—a spot to see and to remember ever after ;a spot as beautiful as gliding, silvery river, fallingwater, overarching leafy trees, and ancient buildingwith the bloom of centuries thereon, could make one gable-end of the old mill were a number ofdove holes, and doves were lazily resting upon itslichen-laden roof, cooing accompaniment to thedroning of the water-wheel, the murmuring of thedrowsy wind amongst the foliag
An English holiday with car and camera . lse than its weather-wornbase remains. Then by a narrow and rutty road, high bankedon either side, we made a steep descent to CleeveMill—a spot to see and to remember ever after ;a spot as beautiful as gliding, silvery river, fallingwater, overarching leafy trees, and ancient buildingwith the bloom of centuries thereon, could make one gable-end of the old mill were a number ofdove holes, and doves were lazily resting upon itslichen-laden roof, cooing accompaniment to thedroning of the water-wheel, the murmuring of thedrowsy wind amongst the foliage that mingled withthe musical melody of the weir. The peaceful calmand beauty of the spot impressed us; there therest-seeking pilgrim could dream down hours tomoments, if he chose to waste time so, in utteroblivion of the noisy, striving outer world. That old mill, said our companion, was men-tioned in the Doomsday Book, and once it belongedto the monks, who always had an eye for thepicturesque as well as the profitable. Last year an. ^5O>MU XVI AN OLD WATER-MILL 293 Academician spent a month with his easel in yonderfield painting a big picture of it. Truly, no land-scape painter could have desired a more delightfulsubject for his brush, and I trust he did it justice. Now I must leave you, exclaimed our courteousguide, and get back to the missus. Whereuponhe bid us good-day, and we regretted the in-evitable parting. So as we wandered on, we wereever making friends, possibly never to see themagain ; but the thing was, we made friends, and thatof itself is a delight-Like as a plank of driftwood Tossed on the watery main,Another plank encounters, Meets, touches, and parts again ;Thus tis with men for ever,On lifes uncertain sea—They meet, they greet, and sever,Drifting eternally. Down by the river-bank we found a shelteredand shady nook whereon to rest and to leisurelydrink in the beauty of the scene. Unfortunatelywe had left our paint-box and sketching-block inthe car; bu
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